Lola
"Just have sex with him!" Stephanie screams at me.
"I-I don't want to." I say, trembling.
"As soon as she does it I'll let you go." He smirks, and I shiver.
I can see Stephanie screaming at me and she looks worse than angry, but I can't hear her.
"Just do it, you dumb bitch!" Stephanie slaps me and I gasp.
"Stephanie, I-I can't." I say as a tear runs down my cheek.
"Can't you just have me instead?" Stephanie says and I pray he'll say yes.
"No. I want her." He says and I cry.
"Lola, shut the fuck up and just go and shag him." She says and I shake my head.
"I-I can't." I'm terrified, I hate the group of people I hang around with. I hate this place.
"It's no big deal, it's not like you're a virgin!" She screams and I feel the cold air start to get to me. I am a virgin. I mean, I'm sixteen, of course I am. But I couldn't let her know that.
"I just don't want to. I'm so scared." I say and shiver as I start to get goosebumps. My words are stuttered as my teeth chatter.
She slaps me again and I wince. "I know you are, you're like a fucking kid! Just do it and stop being such a winging bitch!" She slaps me one more time and I feel the sting course through me.
"I don't want to, Stephanie. He could have diseases and everything." I say and cry again.
"Just fucking do it against her will." She says and I gasp.
"No! No, please don't!" I cry, feeling my heart beat faster and faster as he smiles evilly.
He walks over to me and I try to back away but there's nowhere to run.
"Please, please don't." I cry but he just gets closer and closer.
Soon enough, he's on top of me and I'm crying out and struggling, but it's no use.
"H-Help me." I cough, feeling myself choke on my own spit. I cough and cough but it's like they can't hear me.
All I have on is my underwear and all I want is to be somewhere warm, I want to be somewhere where I belong, where everyone loves me and cares for me. I've never found a place like that.
I watch as he goes to undo his jeans and let's go of me.
I try and get up, but he throws me back down, my head hitting the floor with a loud bang.
Everything's blurry and moving slower. I feel so weak and sad. I just close my eyes and feel pain erupt inside of me.
I scream and scream, but he doesn't stop. I look at his...thing to see there's a condom on it and feel the slightest bit relieved.
It stops hurting as much, but it still hurts and I'm crying a pool of tears as he feels me up.
Soon enough, he's finished with me and I look at the blood on the floor and flinch.
"You're a virgin?" Stephanie says and I nod. "Wow."
I shake my head at her and put my knickers and shorts back on, before feeling a rough hand on my waist.
"I feel like round two, don't you?" He whispers in my ear and I gasp, getting up and running as fast as I can.
It's freezing and I'm only in a bra and shorts in the dark. My tears feel like they're turning into ice on my cheeks as I run to the abandoned neighbourhood.
I race to a random house. The door is open and it feels warm inside.
I run inside to be met by a tall man who looks around eighteen towering over me.
"I-I'm sorry." I stutter as he narrows his eyes at me.
He looks me up and down with a raised eyebrow.
"I'll leave, I thought it was empty in here." I say and go to turn around.
"Who are you?" He asks and I look at him.
"Um, I-I don't want to tell you." I stutter.
"I'll let you stay if you do." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.
"I'd rather stay in a different house, you could be a serial killer." I say and he chuckles.
"But if you go to any other house, I could easily break in. The doors are left open." He says and I purse my lips.
"I'm Lola Edwards, I've been homeless for a year since my adopted parents kicked me out. I'm seventeen in a week. I don't know where I'm from but I live here. I've had probably the shittiest education in the world and I'm going to get beaten up tomorrow. Your turn."
"Michael Clifford." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.
"That's it?" I say and he nods.
"I don't like telling people anymore than that, especially people who don't deserve to know." He says harshly and I nod.
"Um, could I borrow a shirt please?" I ask and he nods.
"Follow me." He says as he walks up the stairs, my legs hurt as I walk and I grip the banister.
I didn't even notice the pain before, I was so scared. But now it hits me hard.
"Take your time." He says from the top of the stairs and I sigh.
I'm trying to walk up but it's killing me. My head starts to spin slightly and I gasp.
"I..." I say and feel myself drifting away. "Keep me awake." I try and keep hold of the banister but I can feel myself losing my grip.
Before I know it, my eyes are closed and I can't hear or see anything. It's total bliss.
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